He Was Not So Much Brain As

Be Still Prepared For Death: And Death Or Life Shall Thereby Be The Sweeter.

O, Spirit Of Love, How Quick And Fresh Art Thou!

Having Nothing, Nothing Can He Lose.

Truly The Souls Of Men Are Full Of Dread: Ye Cannot Reason Almost With A Man That Looks Not Heavily And Full Of Fear.

Truly Thou Art Damned, Like An Ill-roasted Egg, All On One Side.